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Repinings banish from our hearts,
And feel to Heaven resigned,
Though hourly troubles waste our lives,
Our souls would be refined.

We too should feel the purer bliss
Of pleasure all divine,
Each moment give unrivalled joy,
Through never-ending time.

The Sovereign Power, that dwells unseen
In the broad heavens on high,
Can conquer the most froward mind,
And change its sinful dye.

Change our vain minds, O Power Divine!
Point to the blissful shore;
Fill our reluctant souls with grace,
And teach us to adore.